Great-great great-great

I hope you have someone in your family who does Genealogy like my Aunt Gina. Every once in a while they send you little pieces of gold, like how one of my ancestors just walked away from my family and farm one day and never came back. (And, we suspect, we were neither the first nor the last such family of his.) Or the knowledge that my struggle with being American and Canadian echoes the 5 Dilts brothers' families' choices during the American Revolution. (My ancestor went with United Empire Loyalism.) Or these photos of my great-great-great-great grandparents, Daniel and Mary McGahan Dimond. Oh, for that beard.....

[Edit: oh, and I'm also eligible to be a Son of the American Revolution, she says. I guess I took _both_ sides in that one.]

Presented Without Comment

A creation of Andrew's.

REEFER MADNESS

This is a picture of K2 that I stole from the web. It's a synthetic cannabinoid that's still legal in Canada. It's supposed to more or less simulate the experience of smoking weed, which means it probably makes you hungry, goofy and lazy, from what I hear. It doesn't sound much like a menace to society, unless every single news story you mention it in is actually about that TOTALLY DIFFERENT IN EVERY WAY drug that that guy was on when he ate somebody's face. Reefer Madness strikes again.

Living the Dream

Here I am about to swing on a trapeze hung upside-down by my knees BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY.

Seriously, Edmonton, wtf?

Did you decide to skip March or something?

Current Events

Big crowd on campus for the olympic torch.  The rest of the route was less crowded, so I jogged along following it.  You can tell I was jogging by how bad the photos are:


Luckily T has a steadier hand:

Magnates

Around the turn of the century, Jekyll Island was a hunting club for the richest men in modern history to hang around inventing the Federal Reserve or arranging the first transcontinental telephone call.  Here they are throwing a party for Andrew Carnegie.  
So we decided to have coffee and sit around like disaffected billionaires.

I DO NOT NEED A MOUTH TO EAT YOUR SOUL

I don't know what everyone is complaining about. Sure, -46C (-50F) at noon sounds cold, but you just have to dress for it.

Late night

There's a nicer picture of us, but it doesn't capture how it feels to have to walk across the bridge in the morning before going to bed.